February 2012
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Grinding, churning - the sweetest ever noise Decode me into their non-communication A soundtrack to my failure, one syllable, one vowel I. A stagnant flow of endings. Un-time unbound. Merging to form the multi-none A sickly dance of matter, malignantly benign. Greeting the chasm - unbearable, sublime Meshuggah. Dehumanization. Catch Thirtythree.
Feb 19th
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smotherhouse: i have an unbecoming resentment towards anyone around my age who is doing something productive with their talents i have an unbecoming resentment towards anyone around my age who is doing something productive with their talents i have an unbecoming resentment towards anyone around my age who is doing something productive with their talents i have an unbecoming resentment...
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dearest new york, almost. yours, michelle.
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A Poet’s Poem
If it takes me all day, I will get the word freshened out of this poem I put it in the first line, then moved it to the second and now it won’t come out. It’s stuck. I’m so frustrated, so I went out to my little porch all covered in snow and watched the icicles drip, as I smoked a cigarette. Finally I reached up and broke a big, clear spike off the roof with my bare hand. And used it to...
Feb 16th
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my favorite thing about Valentine’s day is the day after when all the candy goes on sale.
Feb 14th
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xeno
dictionaryofobscuresorrows: n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone.
Feb 14th
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Feb 12th
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Feb 12th
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Feb 10th
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honestly i will never, ever, EVER understand
why some [and by some i mean most] human beings are just so fucking nasty and rude! for the life of me, i’ll never fathom why certain souls consciously choose to project their personalities—their lives!— that way! like, people’s identities are seriously delineated from putting others down to hike themselves up? seriously? as though being kind and decent takes effort?! like...
Feb 9th
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As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love. Anne Sexton
Feb 5th
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